Last Kiss

As she woke and strolled out to the living room Her hair swayed with every bounce and step. She looked lovely and I could not remove my eyes. Her scent filled the room with subtleness and my senses were filled, Our eyes met and I looked into bottomless pools That danced with light like the shimmers on a pond, Filled with every color of the spectrum that even a painter would have difficulty describing. She drew near and I could feel her breath on my cheek Soft and gentle but with a heat that fired my desire, Our lips grew closer and gently touched. A touch so soft, like the butterfly landing on a rose petal Then closer and with a passion that would have made Don Juan green with envy We embraced and I felt our souls uniting. One with her and she one with me Neither knowing or caring where one started or stopped. Slowly, ever so slowly the kiss parted and I felt as if my life had been taken, She leaned close to me and whispered the words I never wanted to hear. With brute force, reality took hold and I realized that this would be our last kiss